Honey was sick of winter. It was the coldest worst winter she’d ever seen, and she was ready to fly the coop and forget about frozen wattles and fluffing her feathers out to try and survive. She was headed to vacation in the big house. It would be eating oatmeal and basking in the sun.
Yep. I have a house chicken. She seems to have adjusted quite nicely. I’m with her though. I’ve had enough of this horrible cold.
I’m sharing with G-Man for his fabulous Friday Flash 55!